i’m going to tell you a story. it’s going to be long, but i promise it’s worth it. it will have tangents but in the end it will all come together.
at mile almost 26 i started to hear people yelling out – what’s that girls number? well that’s wierd i thought to myself. i turned off the trail onto the street leading up to the highschool, i rounded the bend and was greeted with cheers as the crowd started to go wild. wow. why are they cheering? is this for me? is this how they greet all marathoners? their cheers made me ecstatic. i started running sub 7 pace. it wasn’t until 10 feet from the finish that i looked up and saw them unrolling a banner for me to cross. i burst into tears. i finished and bent over crying, my body heaving up and down. a lovely woman said to me – you did it girl – you won – you really really did it. i stumbled to the side crying. the woman walked over to me again and said. you did it! i asked – did i really win? was i the first woman? she said yes yes – you won girl – you won – the other women in front of you were early starters[they started an hour ahead of me]. she hugged me. i forget her name now but she was the sweetest person. a stranger, a fleeting moment in my life, so precious and so wonderful. it was as if God through her was hugging me. i said to HIM- we did it – we really really did it. i can’t wait to proclaim your name.